It was vodka. This one.
It was love at the first sight... Well, taste to be precise. And the effects - it got me warm, fuzzy and really happy. Extremely relaxed too. I had like half a bottle. Had no hangover or any unpleasant side effects.

I stole an ice cold Labatt's Blue from my father's beer fridge in the basement and chugged it while I kept an eye on the fucker through the basement window while he was working in the backyard. Didn't love it, but I did love #2 to #89,856! (I did the math)

My first taste was when I was about 3-years-old. I bugged my grandfather for some of his beer. So he poured a little into the cap of his bottle and let me try it. I hated it and had to put an ice cube in my mouth to get rid of the taste. Interesting side note: that was also the day that I shot a gun for the first time. It was a pistol-probably a .22. I didn't even have the finger strength to pull the trigger, so my grandfather stood behind me and helped.

My first full beer was at a friends house when I was about 14. It was summer time and his parents were at work.

My first self-puechased drink was in Santa Cruz after obtaining a fake ID. It was a Bartles and Jaymes wine cooler.

My first drink in a bar was a greyhound.

Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Give a drunk man tortilla chips, Velveeta and a hair dryer and he has nachos.